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May 2014
Gentle breezes like the morning wind,
whispers softly on my skin.
  The sun approaches in the sky,
eagles soaring as they fly.
  Mountains all around and a valley down below,
spring is drawing nearer as flowers start to grow.
Sherri Harder
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   Pamela Rae
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